The birds have gone for a little while now−whether South or
Southwest, or wherever, because Fall is here and leaves fall freely.
One little charmer has remained−the Black-Capped Chickadee. Whenever I go outside, he chatters away. I
remember when we used to walk in the woods and the Chickadees followed us on the bushes, hopping along, chattering
away.
It seems not so long ago when three young Robins vied for the last of the
chokecherries on the tree outside my den window. I managed a poor photo of the
youngest, without his red breast yet, because he was intrigued by why I was
staring at him. The other two, with red breasts, were more wary of me.
They have all gone, but for the Chickadees, and a few others of the winter birds that remain. They
will come around when the feeders are
filled. Soon I will put out the small feeder for the little ones−my friends,
the Chickadees and some Sparrows, who do not go far. The big
feeder will be filled when I can get a friend to set it up. It needed a
thorough cleaning. It is early days yet, but I hear birds occasionally in the
high trees. It is strangely quiet, however, except for the Blue Jays..
How charming the little ones are, but I am pleased to know
they will be near right through Fall and Winter.
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